Rather than acknowledging that I haven't written anything since that fiery mane of Scottish bliss stole my affection for all things, I think I should just move straight to my fabulous new idea to make me write words (However having just acknowledged that I haven't written anything I feel I have opened some form of paradox and fear for our safety).
Probably about three years ago I started writing down all the films I watched along with the date, the place and the people I watched said film with. Also in contemporary style, a mark out of ten. I had one book with pages and pages of this evidence for the sad state of the teenage condition when sadly after an un-characteristically eventful evening I lost that glorious little black book and to my mind any hope of showing off how awesome and not at all OCD I am. Like a Mother grieving the loss of a child off to University, it took me some considerable time to accept that it would never come back, if only in my dreams haunting me with taunts of "You lost me Joe,bet that is a wee bit frustrating". However I did move on and like any person suffering loss I tried to replace the hole it had left. Unlike a person replacing a lost child however my little book was an inanimate object (or at least that's what months of therapy has taught me) and so replacing it was as easy as going into Paperchase and buying another.
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Film Book #2, as it would come to be creatively titled, starts with an 8/10 for Robert Rodriguez's Grindhouse epic, Machete way back on the 3rd of July 2011 and is currently lingering on an 8.5 for that incredible oily mess that is There Will Be Blood. Between them though sits 431 films varying from the utterly sublime (The Straight Story, Days Of Heaven, L' Atlante) to the perplexing terrible (Sex In The City 2......yeah I watched it, it was a slow week, what of it?) Now don't worry, I have no intention of talking about every single one of them (unless you want me to talk about them all in which case start worrying cause the only way I will is if I'm given £2 or bought a Caramac).
No no no no no.....simply I'm gonna flick through it and pick out the best of this lovely little thing that in a way perfectly encapsulates everything I hate about my love of film, namely how horrifically obsessed I can occasionally be about keeping records of fleetingly inconsequential moments in my life. But hey, I kinda love it really otherwise I wouldn't be saying any of this and instead you just be looking at a halfhearted review of Skyfall WHICH, I shall do right now right before your very eyes.....
Skyfall's alright. Sure it can be entertaining while you are sat there and pretty simple silly stuff with enough gravitas to feel occasionally worthwhile but ultimately it's a Bond film with little to chew on once you're at home. I just don't really care about a film that completely leaves my mind once it's over. Nothing to think about other than how awesome it'd be to see a man eaten by a comodo dragon...Saw VIII anyone?
JOyous people only look that way cause you've never spent a day in their head, which is good cause we would all be abit off if we had fully grown humans in our skulls//
